Note: This is the forty-eighth post in Free Fiction Fridays.
These are short stories put up each Friday that you can read for free. By the next Friday the post will be taken down and a new one will go up. Enjoy!
These are short stories put up each Friday that you can read for free. By the next Friday the post will be taken down and a new one will go up. Enjoy!
Snow Eye stopped, and the sound of his feet crunching sand on the riverbank stopped. He could still hear the constant hum of the rushing waters beside him, but he could hear more, sense more, see…
“Hya!” came the cry, and from the darkness ahead of Snow Eye came a dark figure, brandishing an axe, that much he could see as the moonlight glinted off it’s head.
Snow Eye ducked down and put his arms up and grabbed hold of the man as he rushed forth – a Blackfoot, he assumed – and thrust him up into the air and over his shoulders. The man went flying with a wail, but Snow Eye’s survivalist instincts were now primed, and he ducked down, waited, smelled, saw…
Thunk!
The arrow struck the gravel bank several feet back from Snow Eye, and would have taken him right in they eye he’d been named after if he hadn’t ducked out of the way just in time. Instead of being thankful for his heightened senses just now, Snowy Eye leapt toward the small wall of earth that stretched upward to the larger prairie above, heedless of his safety.
Thwish!
Another arrow came but this one was feet away from him and Snow Eye kept up his charge. A moment later he saw the outline then the shape and then the hands frantically reaching for another arrow. Snow Eye wasn’t going to let that happen, and his hand shot down to the tomahawk at his side. It jumped into his hands and then jumped out just as fast as he let it fly, end over end hurtling toward the other Blackfoot.
“Ugh!” the young brave let out in a sigh as the axe embedded itself into his chest. Snow Eye was atop him a second later and grabbing it free. One swing was all it took to end the foolish brave’s life, and then another to turn around and–
“Hya!” came the cry, and from the darkness ahead of Snow Eye came a dark figure, brandishing an axe, that much he could see as the moonlight glinted off it’s head.
Snow Eye ducked down and put his arms up and grabbed hold of the man as he rushed forth – a Blackfoot, he assumed – and thrust him up into the air and over his shoulders. The man went flying with a wail, but Snow Eye’s survivalist instincts were now primed, and he ducked down, waited, smelled, saw…
Thunk!
The arrow struck the gravel bank several feet back from Snow Eye, and would have taken him right in they eye he’d been named after if he hadn’t ducked out of the way just in time. Instead of being thankful for his heightened senses just now, Snowy Eye leapt toward the small wall of earth that stretched upward to the larger prairie above, heedless of his safety.
Thwish!
Another arrow came but this one was feet away from him and Snow Eye kept up his charge. A moment later he saw the outline then the shape and then the hands frantically reaching for another arrow. Snow Eye wasn’t going to let that happen, and his hand shot down to the tomahawk at his side. It jumped into his hands and then jumped out just as fast as he let it fly, end over end hurtling toward the other Blackfoot.
“Ugh!” the young brave let out in a sigh as the axe embedded itself into his chest. Snow Eye was atop him a second later and grabbing it free. One swing was all it took to end the foolish brave’s life, and then another to turn around and–
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